One mans trash...

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If your handle reflects what you are than Nocando is one of the most solid oxymoron's in the game. Alex Goose is the genius behind the beats and they were actually intended to be on the Jay-Z's Blueprint 3. Jay being Jay had to toss these sizzling beats to the side and let them grace the wickedly smooth tongue of Nocando. If you ask me this was for the for the better. I'll give Jigga respect, but I don't know, these days the mainstream stuff just gets to me. Luckily one mans trash is Nocando's come up. Available for free download here.

After listening to this song I sat there and said to myself, "holy fuck!"
"Her favorite shade of skin was one that heals from a bad bruise" who thinks of shit like that, let alone says it? So do yourself a favor download the mixtape and listen to this track. The lyrics are below.




Nocando - Good Gravy In the Morning (Lyrics)

Good Gravy in the morning
Knock this baby into orbit
We feeling way beyond enormous
Gravy on the fortress haha...
Alright cool

One mans trash is another mans rubber band stash
And a check that a lover can't cash
Is a blessing to the other halves past
A sunny day when the motherlands flag
Ha-has to hover half mast
Got me to the point a brother can't laugh
Without a tear in the chamber or something on draft
We got trophies they collect dust
And those things are the reason they respect us
What sets us apart will connect us
We bump into caress, fuck for direct touch
Plus fight this light fuel is irony
Cheers I've been a fool for how many years
But a school for how many peers
I can't believe they allow me to steer
Sunlight across my skin
Sometimes assaults my friends
It makes me stop and sit
My thoughts persist I walk I sprint I talk that shit
A lack of meaning well that enlightens me
Getting picked on put a lot of fight in me
No wonder why my old compass frighten me
Now a days my eyes sore something sight to see
I ain't going nowhere where you ain't been
And I am happy to have some new fake friends
With self serving intentions and kool-aid grins
The ties that connect us are shoelace-thin
Everything matters no matter how small
A mans might or oversight can be his downfall
I wasn't born right I use to be a south paw
And every time I go in I swear I am showing out...

Naw good gravy in the morning
Coming like this baby out of orbit
Pitch it make it way beyond enormous
You suckers got to pay me for performance
You know we going way beyond the ordnance
Turn the sound down we going wild style
We bout to wild out we never fall out

One mans treasure is another mans disgust
One mans wife was another mans slut
One mans castle was another mans hut
One mans drive is another's putt
What...
My pride is my families gain
My art just can't be explained
Enough to satisfy my families brain
Cause they don't see how I financially gain
I use to wait tables drop to rude customers bread
I thought they wanted butter instead
They said it tastes great
From that point on
I learned to love haters
I use to hate hits
Smart fish bite hooks to see how the bait tastes
Chicks in LA never walk without a great day
I'm so chill but I can't wait...wait...wait
Waiter pleasure was my pain like reverse roll rape
Hurt won't change things so I learned to say thanks
Like a plastic surgeon I can save face
Or gut it out like a taxidermist
California I reside in a great state
South central to East O
Whats a safe place

One mans chaos another mans solace
One mans solution is another mans problem
One mans come up is another man flossing
One mans ? is another mans ?
I hate this cause what I do for a living
And my fake friends say I make foolish decisions
Life is about losing and winning
And I know I can't loose when I am winning
I got a few superstitions
But I always have good luck when I never give a fuck
People with good sense make bad moves
The best girl I ever had had an attitude
A nice girl with mean curves and tattoos
Her favorite shade of skin was one that heals from a bad bruise

Good gravy in the morning
I'm gonna knock this baby out of orbit
Pitch it make it way beyond enormous
You suckers got to pay me for preformance
You know we going way beyond the ordience
Turn the sound down we going wild style
We bout to wild out we never fall out









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